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Freeriding	By : DodgeSuperBee Category: +1 through F > Cars Views: 1717 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Damn! Now who in tarnation would leave a nail layin’ on the track?” groused Tow Mater, eyeing the flat-headed spike poking out from between the treads of what was now his second-best set of mud-bogging tires.
Tommy Joe slowed. “Gee cousin, use yer thinker. Ya just ran over a wooden crate, I don’t s’pose it coulda come from there, now could it have? Quit yer whinin’ and git into the locker room where yer wife stowed them brand-spankin’-new treads ya just won. Ya might as well break ‘em in tonight.” While Mater drove off to the sidelines, the racecar turned his attention to Doreen, who had gotten stuck in one of the pits.
Mater whistled mindlessly as he rolled through the tunnel to the locker room. He looked forward to testing out his new tires, for they were a premium brand and wouldn’t have been something he could have afforded had he not won them outright.
* * *
“You’re a beautiful car, Chrissi,” Curtis purred, already moving his touch beyond her fenders and on to more intimate areas of her frame.
“Curtis…” she started, then compelled herself to keep silent. I shouldn’t be doing this, not tonight anyway. Tommy had this night all set up for us and…I always wondered what it would be like, Curtis and myself. As he gave her a strong nudge in the direction of the carwash, she couldn’t find the willpower or the desire to do anything other than let him lead her.
Anyway, it serves him right for turning me down to run those practice laps. It’s not my fault that there’s someone willing to take his place if he can’t bring himself to be there when I need him.
“Just stay with me a little while, Chrissi,” Curtis reassured her, as he gently helped her off her wheels. This is too easy. I knew she’d be willing but this is unbelievable. He effortlessly supported her and Chrissi marveled at his strength as she eased herself down. She tried to ignore the dampness of the tile floor under her roof.
“Tommy Joe ought to know it’s a crime to neglect a woman this amazing,” Curtis said, flattering her as he admired her underside and moved over her.
Back at the row of lockers, Tow Mater was just about to shrug off the damaged tire when he heard a feminine giggle emanate from the carwash. Thinking Chrissi was alone, he peered past the lockers, only to encounter a sight he had never imagined he’d live to see.
“Chrissi?! What the heck, don’t ya know who the hell Curtis is?” The pickup growled something in response and moved back from the Jaguar, giving Mater an unintentional view of her undercarriage. He didn’t gaze at her for long, because Curtis was already coming at him.
“You want to watch, here.” Curtis sneered, slamming the chain-link gate closed in front of Mater, who had to put himself in reverse to avoid being pinned against the lockers. As it was, he was left trapped in the narrow aisle, giving him no room to even execute a three-point turn and leave the way he’d entered. The tow truck briefly considered shoving the gate off its hinges, but he’d be responsible for damaging property that he was supposed to secure for the night. Mater sighed unhappily and caught Chrissi’s gaze, silently questioning her.
The Jaguar blushed, still exposed to both her new lover and her longtime friend. She was starting to have second thoughts about Curtis. This is unexpected, she lamented, why couldn’t he have just sent Mater away? Yet as the pickup returned to her and resumed his efforts, she felt her self-consciousness fading as her desire increased. By the time his weight was upon her, she couldn’t have cared less who might be observing them.
“Your cousin surely knows who I am, even if his girl is willing to forget,” he taunted, taking delight in Mater’s discomfort as the tow truck tried to edge out from where he’d been trapped.
Beneath Curtis, Chrissi was moaning softly. This is wrong even by my standards, but I’ll gain Mater’s silence, she told herself. The tow truck had taken a sudden interest in the tiles that made up the floor, eager to look anywhere but at her indiscretion.
“Jealous?” teased Curtis when he finally swung the gate open. Mater felt a growl start in his engine and he exploded in a sudden outburst of pent-up anger.
“Wasn’t nearly killin’ my cousin enough fer ya? Now ya gotta steal his gal too? It ain’t his fault that Chrissi here kin’t keep her tires off any guy who sweet talks her, but ya didn’t need to seduce her and make me privy to it!”
“You shouldn’t have barged in,” said the pickup casually, as Chrissi showered off in the carwash behind him, stretching on her wheels under the scalding flow of water. Curtis wheeled to her side and gave her a hasty kiss. “Be seeing you soon, baby. We’ve got to try this again, without your annoying buddy next time.” He gave Mater a punch in the fender before swaggering out.
The tow truck lost no time in confronting the Jaguar once she turned off the water. “Ain’t ya got no self-control?” he asked, a lot more gently than he’d spoken to her lover. “I know ya and Tommy are swingers, but he loves ya, Chrissi, and this’d hurt him more than ya’d ever know.”
“It would probably be the end of our relationship, so you can’t tell him,” mused Chrissi, casting her gaze downward at the drain set into the floor. “Things are really strained between us right now, Mater. It’s hard on both of us.” She rolled forward, breathing against his bumper. “You’re the first one I told that to, maybe the only one who would understand.” Even after witnessing her cheating on his cousin, he helplessly found himself realizing how exotic she was, and how he’d never been this close to her before.
“You probably know where I’m coming from, since your relationship is under stress from trying to start a family,” she said, her voice growing enticing from years of practice. “After all that time trying to conceive, you’ve probably forgotten what it’s like to make love for pure enjoyment.” She locked a tire to his, drawing herself in closer. Their bumpers grazed…
No… Mater shook off her touch and put himself in reverse sharply, backing into the wall. “Chrissi, I can’t believe ya’d be this low. Ya wanna wreck a relationship, yer doin’ a fine enough job on yer own. Stay outta my relations with my wife, okay?” Irritated even more than he had been at Curtis, Mater stormed to his locker and gathered his new tires on his tow hook.
Tommy Joe burst in, mud sliding off his frame onto the floor. “I was wonderin’ what took ya’ll so long,” he laughed naively, “yer such a neat freak, takin’ a shower when ya ain’t even dirty.” Mater shot an accusing look at Chrissi, but Tommy Joe was already backing her into the carwash and reaching for the faucet. The tow truck grimaced in disgust and left quickly.
“Hey, just give me and Chrissi a few minutes alone and then I’ll be out to finish our race. I just can’t stand leavin’ her here alone another second!” called Tommy Joe.
“She weren’t entirely alone, and ya’d be surprised how dirty she is,” Mater said under his breath as he left them behind.
* * *
There was only a sliver of moon that night and Tow Mater could scarcely see in front of him, but he knew his junkyard well enough to navigate it with his eyes shut. In a clearing hidden deep among the mountains of scrap metal, he made love to Doreen, but for the first time he found himself distracted from what had always been pleasurable. He forced his mind back to the present and away from the locker room.
“Maybe this’ll be our lucky night,” he whispered hopefully, grinding against her. She nuzzled the underside of his front bumper in return, lost in the experience even if her most fertile time had been the week prior. His double rear tires pushed hers farther apart, bringing their frames tight against each other. Mater clenched his lover intensely for a moment, then relaxed his grip as he felt his engine slowing. As he moved away from her, she stayed where she was and drew her wheels close to her body, trying to make out his shape in the darkness.
“Well, like I already told ya, the chances weren’t that good tonight, but I wasn’t about to turn ya down,” she grinned, though her smile faded quickly. “Mater, kin I ask ya somethin’?”
“Yeah?” He kicked at a bolt laying on the ground, and it bounced off a pile of mangled guardrails.
“Is tryin’ to make baby trucks startin’ to git to ya?” She chose her words carefully, proceeding with caution in her voice to avoid hurting him. “Don’t take this the wrong way or nothin’, but tonight ya seemed like ya just wanted to git the job done and ya wasn’t enjoyin’ it much. I thought ya’d be all wound up from yer big win at the races.”
“No, it weren’t that.” Mater looked down at her and sighed. It was easy to get caught up in his desire to become a father, but that hadn’t been what had stolen his attention.
“Then what were ya thinkin’ about?”
“Chrissi,” he answered miserably.
“Dammit, Mater!” She rolled onto her tires before he realized the implications of his reply.
“Aw geez, that came out wrong. I didn’t mean I was thinkin’ of her. I mean, I wasn’t thinkin’ of me an’ her. I was thinkin’ of her an’…” He stamped a tire on the ground in desperation, raising a cloud of dust. “Aw crud, I gotta tell ya now. When I went in the locker room to git my new tires, I turned the corner and Chrissi was goin’ at it with Curtis! Ya know, Tommy Joe’s worst enemy in the whole world.” Mater told his wife all he had seen.
“I’m sorry, I know she’s yer good friend an’ all, but she’s bein’ a dumb slut,” he said.
“A dumb slut who tried to steal my husband,” added Doreen, shaking dust off her roof. “I’m insulted she thought ya’d want her right after she’d been with that clod.”
“She’s gonna hurt my cousin by bein’ with Curtis. Or he is, ‘cause I know he’s gonna git jealous an’ look fer any chance he kin to hurt Tommy Joe now and keep her fer his own. We both know Chrissi an’ Tommy Joe have lotsa lovers on the side, but they must have some ground rules and there ain’t no way he’d be okay with her nailin’ the guy that tried to kill him.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so either. She probably don’t even know what she’s gittin’ into. We’re talkin’ ‘bout the gal who brags that she was with every demolition derby racer in your class, and if her claims are true then she gave none other than Chick Hicks himself some pity lovin’ when he came to town after losin’ the Dinoco sponsorship.”
“Hicks?” Mater laughed despite himself, “well if someone had to do it, makes sense that it’d be her.”
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